for this mothers day, some poems i’ve written over the years:
mother of the centre
mother of the centre,
black madonna,
spirals around herself –
invisible and solid
iridescent and opaque
invincible and weak
irresistible and stark
irreverent and pious –
and dances: she is a dervish queen!
the dust that swirls around her feet
adores her.
mother haiku
waking up again
she cries; it’s a cold, cold night.
her mother holds her.
moon mama
. moon mama
……… in the sea
… show her teeth
………….. wide grin
stars mirrored in those
……………….. wide ivory mama tusks
.. and when she burps
the fish laugh
(image by parag sankhe)